The Golden Crossing

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The morning fog clung to the stone walls of the keep like a shroud that refused to be peeled away, damp and cold, settling into the joints of old men and the armor of young guards alike. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long table in the war council chamber, his back straight, his eyes fixed on the map spread before him, though he saw nothing of the terrain, only the slow,...

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